After her sixth child, Jane decided that she should have some cosmetic
> >surgery "down below" to restore herself to her former youthful glory
> >because her bomb doors were dangling a bit too low and looked like a
> >ripped out fireplace.
> >
> >Time and childbirth had taken its toll and she reckoned that, with six
> >children now being the limit, she'd tidy things with a nip here and a
> >tuck there so it looked more like a piggy bank slot rather than a badly
> >packed kebab.
> >
> >Following the operation she awoke from her anaesthetic to find three
roses
> >at the end of her bed.
> >
> >"Who are these from ?" she asked the nurse,
> >
> >"They're very nice but I'm a bit confused as to why I've received them."
> >
> >"Well" said the nurse, "The first is from the surgeon - the operation
went
> >so well and you were such a model patient that he wanted to say thanks".
> >
> >"Ahhh, that's really nice" said Jane.
> >
> >"The second is from your husband - he's delighted the operation was such
a
> >success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be the
first
> >time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited">"Brilliant!" said Jane. "And the third?".
> >
> >"That's from Eric, a patient in the burns unit" said the nurse.
> >
> >"He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears."